{"sf1_id":685257,"sf2_id":"k1VB0MQ1","title":"Poem #15","author":"Shadowfortuna","words":120,"posted_at":"2014-03-27T20:03:00.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685257-poem-15","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VB0MQ1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/54/9b/549b0ed5-fc5d-4c12-8655-c10385288071","description":"#14 of My Poems\n\nsome more poetry ^.^","content":"Somehow the paths open up before mine eyes,  \n As i feel the power and energy blossom inside me.  \n My mind feels like it leaves my body behind,   \n With a rush i feel no control, flying down these paths.  \n The wind rushes past my ears, voices whispering as i pass,   \n With a surge, i wish i could find someone who could help me.  \n Because sometimes i feel i have no control,   \n that i hang on with my finger tips.  \n Finally as it ends, the trees dragging me back from the edge,  \n I shake, shudder, feeling so confused.   \n Before the smell of blood and decay overwhelm me,  \n Power once again surges throughout me.  \n Showing me i have only begun to learn fear.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"My Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685255-poem-14.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/685259-poem-16.json"}}